9.20.2010

Following traits down memory lane,broken bits and pieces of memories bubbled upout of the long gone sight, out of the unconscious mind;spinning round and round.Flashing by were thousands of faces,a compilation of the loved, missed, forgotten and unknownoriginated from the lost-and-found box;stirring the past up to present.So much was on and off the track,yet entwined together like a bunch of tangled knots -a master interweave of joy and despair,extending its way down to the end.Irreversible. The tangled could not be untangled,for what had been done was done,done in the past and also the future,retrieval could only be made possible in vain imaginations.And none could pass on further, withoutpassing on the bottled essence of the antecedentto the subsequent, on and on;all along the ever-extending memory lane.

8.07.2010

No one knows the moment summer begins slipping in;no sound is made,no trace is left,all done with merely anything being undone.Realization of its arrival only comes uponwhen senses are fully arrested,by a sudden urge, to submit and surrenderto the dazzling sun, to the cloudless sky.And soon as the last defense is abandoned,summer officially reigns all over,in and out; flooding all over the soul,and unlocks the deepest desire.Leaving feelings so naked and raw,shadowless under the sun, everything melts awayinto the heat, into the ultimate form of intoxication.All lost in spells.No one knows the moment summer begins slipping in;no sound is made,no trace is left,all done with everything being undone.credit: Alex Freund

6.19.2010

Somehow loneliness has circled its way backagain; back to the old start,back to the old end,weaving a chain of interlocking causality.Thought it had melt into the daunting past,vanished off the existing memoryand left days good as prayed;but never seemed to realize.Secretly the sense of strangeness steals inbit by bit; forming cracks on the outershell,and pulling down all defenses,in the wait, to overthrow the core once more.This stale state of bareness lastsdays and days; washes out all the colours intogrey, the new colour of the world,and abandon the others in the lost memory.And all that has left is the willingness to accept it,letting pieces of everything fades away,in the last hope of being granted a return of the long-awaited dawn.

inspiration: few days of loneliness, a runaway bus trip and too many cups of milk

5.20.2010

Never knows where fate leads,be it a step forward, a step backward,or a sharp sudden twist;all buried deep down under.As soon as time commands,exfoliating myths off from each wrapped tale,the journey begins to take flight;the true first flight.It steals darkness from the night,introduces thunderstrom through the sunshine,and pushes one between joy and despairtil the journey end is met.Tumbling as it could be,any forms of denial shall bring no endsnor exemptions; for all bitsare designated gifts and blessings.

4.10.2010

Wonder since when, asking for more had becomethe new cult; spreading to all the possibleswithout a trace and, corrupted them with moretill everyone turned into a host.Unstoppable. The spreading had long gone beyondthe stop, more and more were in;at a rate exceeding the growth of lawnafter the first rain in spring.Pointless of glancing back now, the deadly clawhas already sprawled into minds,and spread roots down to the core;paving for the big final.Could be soon, could be never,for the coming of the final judgement day;yet, the tale of truth reads - the later its arrival,the more will be undone.Inspiration: the ever-growing desire well of people.

2.14.2010

Have been travelling alone for too long;too long, to recall the day started,the distant starting point and, locatethe land that used to come close in dreams.Colours seem to be weathered down,layer by layer along the route -peeling off the glamorous shell andexposes the monochrome core.Slowly, adapts to this new vacancy;so bare and raw, as if it has always beenhiding within, anticipating the momentto break the thin shell.Fear sets in; strikes the long-believed truthlike a thunderstorm and bubbles outchains of doubts, extendingall the way towards the remote land?This journey was, perhaps, long plannedby an invisible hand; nothing can be donebesides swanning around this single path,wait till, a hand joins in.chadwicktyler, TFS, Vogue italia, james mahon

1.23.2010

Promised with a change,mind exchanges at a cross road;alternating thoughts and shiftson a blurry ground.Flushing in and out the paths are,waves of quiet passerby,the two walls of water on either hand;sinking in blue.As diverged as they appear to be,yet, unusually paralleled -loading carriages of disoriented bodiesalong the identical broken trials.As if, a curved mirrior is placed within:specularly reflects the hidden unconsciousness,and bounces back and forth all along;an explicit exposure of the naked truth.

The once determined mind now hesitates,ceases to take steps forward but backward :an attempt to brighter ends,while standing firm on a crystal clear ground.All comes to the end, lastly;no more twins flow,no more blind runningin this brave new road.credits: Marianne Schroder, pbo31@flickr, Paco_for_peace@flickr, honeypieliving@flickr, hrefan Bjorg@flickr, Sebastian Kim@ jedroot.com

P.S Some of you questioned about my absence in this blog for the past few months, well, that was because i put almost all my time in school stuff (university isn't as easy as expected). anyway, I am going to do more blogging this semester. I could never forget this lovely place.

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